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Mr. Sterling cleared his throat, looking a bit misty-eyed himself, and gestured toward the back office where the future of the shop was already being rewritten. He told me that he was planning to retire at the end of the year, and thanks to Elena’s endowment, the shop was being transitioned into a community cooperative. He asked if I would be interested in being the lead manager and part-owner, with the goal of turning the shop into a place that offered workshops for local kids and provided free bouquets for the local hospice. It was a dream I hadn’t even dared to have, handed to me all because I couldn’t stand to see a little girl cry on her mum’s birthday.
